Post by Kiknessa on Aug 9, 2012 15:44:09 GMT -5
Darkness fell, quickly and silently. There was no warning, no signs.
Mid-day everyone was going about their business as usual, when the sun just disappeared.
Stolen, consumed, vanished. Magicked away no doubt, so thought the people staring up at the black hole in the sky. Blackness with a ring of light, as if that spot in the sky had not realized the sun was no longer there. The blindingly dull light damaging the eyesight of those who stared at it too long. The gods had cursed the lands. The day of the black sun.
The peasants in the fields and selling their wares retreated into their homes, as if hiding would protect them from whatever the curse meant.
Aizlyn walked through the city streets, so silent that it could have been a ghost town. Carts and wares left in the streets, abandoned.
What was it about the unknown that could make even the toughest of men tremble in his armour? A powerful enemy or a darkened path did not shake them but when they faced something they could not see or understand, a distant mystery, it shook the fabric of their being. Everything felt wrong.
Aizlyn didn’t tremble, or cower. She walked down the street, side stepping every obstacle that obstructed her path, her head held high. The wind blew down the street unhindered, causing the tails of the blindfold over her eyes to flutter behind her.
A woman, a kind soul, dared opening her door to call the to the blind woman, her voice hushed
“Come inside, dear .The sun had been stolen, the gods are angry, we must hide until their wrath has passed”
With a small smile Aizlyn paused in her mid-stride. She was used to people looking at her and taking pity, assuming she was unaware of what was going on around her. Her blindness was a hindrance in their eyes.
“Thank you for your kindness” she said softly, brushing off the ladies concern. “Sun of no sun the day is young. Hiding from the god will do no good. If they wish to punish us wooden walls cannot hide you. I may as well continue my journey”
She moved on before the woman could respond. She could feel the eyes of the people on her, hear the whispers behind closed door and smell the sweat on their brows. But most of all she could feel their pity.
Pity the poor blind girl, wandering around under the cursed sky. The twin blades strapped to her back did not seem to affect their perception of her even slightly. The fact of the matter being that she could probably see better than the lot of them.
The forest was eerily quiet, the animals choosing not to sing their usually tunes this day, so the trip was easy, though somewhat lonely. She heard the silent chittering from the burrows, barely audible, even to her ears.
Aizlyn set up camp under a fallen oak at nightfall. She did not bother with a fire, for the night was warm and her sight not reliant on a light source. She leaned against a young birch and closed her eyes, letting the subtle sounds of life fade from her mind.
She woke at the sound of crunching leaves. She didn’t open her eyes, but stayed perfectly still. The footsteps were too heavy for animal smaller than a deer and the pattern did not reflect that of a four legged creature, not that of a bear clumsily walking on its hind legs. She saw no reason to move, though, until the person out there came closer, until they presented themselves a threat, she has no reason to trouble herself over it. Instead she opted to stay put listening, but totally relaxed.
Mid-day everyone was going about their business as usual, when the sun just disappeared.
Stolen, consumed, vanished. Magicked away no doubt, so thought the people staring up at the black hole in the sky. Blackness with a ring of light, as if that spot in the sky had not realized the sun was no longer there. The blindingly dull light damaging the eyesight of those who stared at it too long. The gods had cursed the lands. The day of the black sun.
The peasants in the fields and selling their wares retreated into their homes, as if hiding would protect them from whatever the curse meant.
Aizlyn walked through the city streets, so silent that it could have been a ghost town. Carts and wares left in the streets, abandoned.
What was it about the unknown that could make even the toughest of men tremble in his armour? A powerful enemy or a darkened path did not shake them but when they faced something they could not see or understand, a distant mystery, it shook the fabric of their being. Everything felt wrong.
Aizlyn didn’t tremble, or cower. She walked down the street, side stepping every obstacle that obstructed her path, her head held high. The wind blew down the street unhindered, causing the tails of the blindfold over her eyes to flutter behind her.
A woman, a kind soul, dared opening her door to call the to the blind woman, her voice hushed
“Come inside, dear .The sun had been stolen, the gods are angry, we must hide until their wrath has passed”
With a small smile Aizlyn paused in her mid-stride. She was used to people looking at her and taking pity, assuming she was unaware of what was going on around her. Her blindness was a hindrance in their eyes.
“Thank you for your kindness” she said softly, brushing off the ladies concern. “Sun of no sun the day is young. Hiding from the god will do no good. If they wish to punish us wooden walls cannot hide you. I may as well continue my journey”
She moved on before the woman could respond. She could feel the eyes of the people on her, hear the whispers behind closed door and smell the sweat on their brows. But most of all she could feel their pity.
Pity the poor blind girl, wandering around under the cursed sky. The twin blades strapped to her back did not seem to affect their perception of her even slightly. The fact of the matter being that she could probably see better than the lot of them.
The forest was eerily quiet, the animals choosing not to sing their usually tunes this day, so the trip was easy, though somewhat lonely. She heard the silent chittering from the burrows, barely audible, even to her ears.
Aizlyn set up camp under a fallen oak at nightfall. She did not bother with a fire, for the night was warm and her sight not reliant on a light source. She leaned against a young birch and closed her eyes, letting the subtle sounds of life fade from her mind.
She woke at the sound of crunching leaves. She didn’t open her eyes, but stayed perfectly still. The footsteps were too heavy for animal smaller than a deer and the pattern did not reflect that of a four legged creature, not that of a bear clumsily walking on its hind legs. She saw no reason to move, though, until the person out there came closer, until they presented themselves a threat, she has no reason to trouble herself over it. Instead she opted to stay put listening, but totally relaxed.